Scooby-Doo: Return to Zombie Island (2019) - full transcript

Like, it's coming!

Come on, gang. Down here.

Are you sure, Fred?

It doesn't look

very safe down there.

It's gotta be better

than what's out there.

Where? Where?

Where? Where?

Out there.

- No.

- Werewolf.

You guys hide in the alley.

I'll go get help.

It's a dead end.

Or it's gonna be for us. Look!

What are we going to do?

What we always do, Daphne.

Solve this mystery.

Yes!

Just as I thought.

Old man Wither's son,

young man Withers.

- Of course.

- Great job, Fred.

Once again, you and the Mystery

Machine have saved the day.

But what about

the other monsters?

I think it's time

to round 'em up.

But first...

Now, for a little Monster Mash.

♪ These are the good ol' days ♪

♪ Any day when we're together ♪

♪ These are the good ol' days ♪

♪ A holiday

Wouldn't feel any better ♪

♪ Come on, one more time ♪

♪ Save me, I'm unravelin' ♪

♪ Find out what it all means ♪

♪ This mystery ♪

♪ These are the good ol' days ♪

♪ Any day when we're together ♪

♪ These are the good ol' days ♪

♪ A holiday

Wouldn't feel any better ♪

♪ Ba-ba

Ba-ba-ba-ba ♪

♪ Ba-ba

Ba-ba-ba-ba ♪

And now, for the unmasking.

Of course,

it's the whole Withers family.

And we would've

gotten away with it, too,

if it weren't

for you meddling kids.

- Great going, Freddie.

- We all did it together.

We're awesome.

And don't forget

the Mystery Machine.

Thank you.

No!

No!

Freddie! Freddie!

Mystery Machine!

Where are you?

Freddie, are you okay?

Yeah. I... I must've dozed off.

I had a terrible dream that

I lost the Mystery Machine.

Oh, man, what a nightmare.

Um, Freddie.

The Mystery Machine is gone.

Ah, that's right. I sold it.

Don't worry, Fred.

You aren't

the only one depressed

about Mystery Inc.

closing up shop.

I've got an entire section on my Big

Blog of Mysteries called Unsolved Capers.

And I guess, now, they'll

forever remain unsolved.

Which, to be honest,

makes me a little crazy.

- You have a blog?

- Yes.

Which you know,

because you've all subscribed, right?

Listen, I know things

haven't been the same

since the sheriff lectured us

about staying out of trouble.

Uh, of course, some things

haven't changed at all.

Forty-one, 42.

Forty-two sandwiches.

I bet I can eat 'em

in 42 seconds.

Forty-one.

Well, I don't know

about you guys.

But I'm itching

to solve a mystery.

But we don't have

a mystery to solve.

Maybe we solved them all.

Eye-witnesses report a

mysterious, ghost-like creature

that floated through the scene,

promising horrible doom and

destruction to all onlookers.

They say

the vegetable cannery's

haunted by a laughing

green gargantuan.

That's true. Every night

the ancient ghost materializes

and asks passers-by

how to program a VCR.

- What's a VCR?

- I don't know.

Well, gang,

looks like we've got

an embarrassment of riches.

Nope. No, siree.

The sheriff told us

to stay out of trouble.

From now on,

the only mystery I care about

is how to get

the rest of the ketchup

out of this bottle.

Yeah.

- Ketchup.

- But Shaggy...

No buts.

We've been to every haunted

house, park and carnival

north, south, east and west

of the Mississippi.

- Plus the Mississippi.

- Oh, yeah, the Riverboat Wraith.

Well, we've had it up to here.

I guess we have used you

as live bait a few times.

A few times, daily.

Well, maybe you do

deserve a break.

Okay, Shaggy and Scooby,

you've made your point.

No more mysteries.

Ah-ah-ah-ah,

we've heard that before.

We're gonna need

more than that.

Raise your right hands

and swear.

- That's a menu.

- Oh, they know.

Repeat after me.

We, like, solemnly swear,

to, like, not solve

any more mysteries, man.

We, like, solemnly swear,

to, like, not solve

any more mysteries, man.

And a promise is like a promise

that can't be unpromised

unless the promiser,

gets permission from the promisee.

You dig?

And a promise is

like a promise that can't be unpromised

unless the promiser...

Uh... Yeah.

Court adjourned.

All right. It's official.

Mystery Inc.

is closed for business.

Good. Best to leave the mystery

solving for the professionals.

You guys have been

running around,

looking for trouble

for so long,

you've forgotten

how to just be kids.

Opening lemonade stands,

playing kick the can,

talent shows in the barns,

sock hops,

potato sack races, eh?

He's not wrong.

- About the sock hops?

- About everything.

What you need to do is treat

yourself to a vacation.

Get away from the city.

Go have some fun.

You know, that sounds

like a great idea.

Maybe it'll take

my mind off of her.

- Seconded.

- Where could we go?

Oh, I know.

Maybe an amusement park.

No!

No way, no how.

No amusement parks

that ended up being haunted.

Or zoos with demon animals.

- No...

- Opera phantoms.

Right. In fact, no theaters

with phantoms of any kind.

We're gonna stay right here

and watch our favorite show

on that TV.

Hello, sweeties.

It's me, Elvira.

Your spook-tacular hostess

with the mostest.

Back with more

cinematic turkeys

that really put

the horrible in horror.

I never understood

why you two chickens

love watching

these terrible movies.

Because these cheesy monsters

are the only kind

that Scoob and I

aren't afraid of.

Cheese.

Okay, before we start tonight's

monstrous marathon of mediocre movies,

I got a spine-tingling

treat for you.

My spine's tingling already.

An anonymous sponsor has offered

to provide my most fang-tastic fan

an all expense-paid vacation

to a tropical paradise.

Hey! An island retreat

sounds fun.

It sure does.

Like, nothing bad's ever

happened in paradise.

I'd wish you good fortune,

but you're already out

'cause I've seen our next

movie, Predator Jones.

It'll take

your breath away.

If you're lucky.

Drum roll, please.

Ladies and gentlemen,

my agent.

Uh, where was I?

Oh, right. The hapless rube...

Uh, I mean,

vacation winner is...

Is the suspense killing you?

Con-bat-ulations to...

Shaggy Rogers.

Shaggy is allowed to bring up

to three guests along with him.

And one pet.

Pet? Really?

Uh... Oh, that's

what it says here, folks.

All right, after the break,

I'll answer your questions.

See you soon, sweeties.

We're going on vacation! We're going on vacation!

Huh. That's awfully convenient.

I... Uh, no. Never mind.

We promised not to look for another

mystery and I keep my promises.

I choose to believe

it is in no way mysterious.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

I wonder when we get to go.

No mystery there.

Like, right now.

Yeah, now.

Man, I could get used to island life.

How about you, Scoob?

Yeah, it's the best.

Yep. It sure is nice

out here on the open sea.

No mysteries,

no worries.

What?

Ah! It's not there.

There is absolutely

nothing mysterious going on.

Nothing.

Whew. Yeah,

you promised the sheriff,

not to mention

Shaggy and Scooby.

Hey, Fred, what are you doing?

Me? Uh, nothing.

Not thinking about the stuff that

I promised not to think about.

You?

You guys good?

Don't worry, Fred.

We get it.

It's hard to think about

anything but solving mysteries.

Why, I was about to

try and solve the mystery

of how all these trees

in this tropical paradise

don't look tropical at all.

But then I reminded her that

we promised Scooby and Shaggy

we wouldn't

solve any mysteries.

Big or small.

I mean,

look how happy they are.

I know.

Why don't we ask

the ferry captain

how long

before we reach the island?

Then all we'll need to worry about

is how much fun we're having.

Great idea.

Excuse me, Captain.

Where did you say this island

was that we're going to?

The darkest reaches of Davy Jones's

Locker, if you ask me.

Oh-kay.

And I thought

I was having a bad day.

You seem scared, sir.

Are you all right?

I'm past scared or all right.

Tomorrow is my last trip

to the island

on account

of... the zombies.

Gee... If I cared

about solving mysteries,

I might be thinking

about that other time

we went to an island

filled with zombies.

It's too bad I'm no longer

using my Big Blog of Mysteries.

Why one might find such

information about that encounter

on the "unsolved" page.

But, of course,

there's no need to do that.

I'm sure when the captain

refers to zombies,

he's just using slang.

He's probably

just talking about them.

I think we may have reached

our sausage limit for the day.

I agree.

We're here.

But mind you,

I'll be returning tomorrow

for the last time.

Just before

the sun sets low.

You'd be wise

to be back aboard.

Or else...

Or else we'll have

way too much fun.

Am I right, gang?

Thanks for the ride.

See, it actually

does look tropical.

No need to worry at all.

And look,

native islanders.

I bet they're here to give

us a real island greeting.

Hi, I'm Fred. And, uh...

Get out.

Hmm, that's odd.

Did he just say

to get out?

I choose to believe that it's

some sort of island greeting,

- like aloha.

- Gotcha.

Get out to you too.

Get out.

Yes. Get out, everyone.

Oh, so friendly.

I just love island life.

Get out.

Thanks. That's what

we're trying to do.

Get out

and get to relaxing.

Yeah, uh, get to relaxing.

Get out.

You must go

before it's too late.

The island is infested

with zombies.

And if you don't leave,

you could become one too.

Did you say zombies?

Well, then if I was a person that

was curious about such phenomena

I'd probably

want to investigate that.

But since I'm not,

I guess I'll, uh...

I'll just go now.

Tourists.

This is a terrible van.

I'm just saying

as vans go,

this one's pretty basic.

One color, no flower decals,

no name written on the side,

I mean...

What's it even called?

The van.

Mmm-hmm.

Hmm. Boy, can

those two relax.

Yeah, I guess small talk

isn't our thing, is it?

Usually we're trying

to figure out

how to escape some monster

or who did what, where.

We've never really

just sat around and talked.

Well, maybe we should start.

Who saw

the big game last night?

So, Velma,

uh, what's your

favorite thing to do

besides solving mysteries?

There is nothing else.

Scooby, how are you, buddy?

Look out!

- That's weird.

- What, Velma?

It looks as though someone

deliberately cut this tree down

and pushed it

into the road.

And from the looks of it,

it seems like they used something sharp.

Like a claw.

Hmm?

Uh, like something we don't

have to worry about.

Absolutely. I mean,

trees fall all the time.

Even trees made out of...

- Plastic?

- Listen!

Dudes, I know

there's mysterious stuff

around every corner,

but you promised.

You're right, Shaggy.

And we are going to keep

our promise no matter what.

Right, gang?

Right. No matter what.

Right. No matter what.

Good.

Now, how about

we get back to that vacation?

Anybody else hear that?

Sorry, that's my phone.

Anyway, looks like something's

slashed my van's tire.

- Good.

- What?

Uh... Nothing.

Eh, probably some sharp rocks.

- Or claws. I mean, a nail.

- Mmm-hmm.

Hmm.

Right. Nothing

out of the ordinary.

I guess we'll just have to

hike the rest of the way.

Ah! What a great way

to start a vacation.

Right, gang?

Yes.

This is really going great.

Moonstar Island Resort?

Haven't we stayed here before?

I'm sure it's just

part of a chain.

I think Daphne's

thinking of Moonscar.

The island we visited

with the zombies.

And the cat people. And danger.

The island

that's clearly not this one.

Say,

are you guys suggesting

that there's something

mysterious going on here?

- No.

- Not at all.

- She was just, uh...

- Reminiscing.

Yeah, about that summer when I

was working at that TV station

for my school project.

Like, yeah, we know.

I was determined

to find an actual

supernatural case

not just another guy in a mask.

Uh-huh.

We searched everywhere,

including Moonscar Island.

Like,

we know all this.

There we met a series

of very unusual people.

Lena, Simone, Jacques,

and who could forget

Snakebite Scrubbs.

Not us.

'Cause, like,

we were there.

We arrived at a house

that looked

a lot like this hotel.

But then we were

attacked by zombies.

But we found out

that the zombies

were actually victims

of the cat people.

who had been draining innocent

bystanders of their life force

in order to stay alive

for over 200 years.

Right.

The cat people

were originally villagers

who survived the pirate

Morgan Moonscar

when he landed on the island

to bury his treasure.

The villagers had called

upon their cat-god or something

to get revenge.

So he changed them

into werecats.

Werecats.

They were going to

steal our life-force, too.

Something they could only do

during the harvest moon.

But we were able to stop them

and they melted into nothing.

You know, I was

never really satisfied

with how that whole thing

turned out.

Since we're back,

we could break

this thing wide open.

Break? As in break a promise?

Besides, this says Moonstar.

Not Moonscar.

Plus, did you see

the palm trees and the sand?

The only thing we have to do

on this island, man, is relax.

It's beautiful.

Thank you.

It's my pride and joy.

And you are?

I'm Shaggy Rogers,

the contest winner.

Shaggy Rogers?

Wonderful name.

I'm Alan,

the hotel manager.

We've been expecting you.

Welcome to

Moonstar Island Resort.

Why don't you

sign our guest book,

while I check you in.

Happily.

Hmm. I'm sure there's a

perfectly reasonable explanation

for the guestbook pages

being ripped out.

Isn't there, Alan?

Moths.

Now, if you'll follow me,

here at Moonstar,

we take pride

in our luxury accommodations,

and the safety

of our guests.

As you can see,

we have the highest

security standards

to make sure you have

a pleasant stay.

Wow. That's a lot of cameras.

Only for your protection,

I assure you.

Why would we

need protection?

Gee, Fred, it sounds like you're

asking about something mysterious.

You wouldn't be doing

that, now, would you?

No, Shaggy, not at all.

Just curious.

This is my wonderful staff.

The finest of the fine.

The cream of the crop, as they say.

That's Jack, Linda,

Mona and Bugbite Stubbs.

They'll be here to help you,

should the need arise.

Why, those names

don't sound at all

like the other names

from the other island adventure

that we're not talking about.

Well, when you hear

something suspicious,

I guess the best thing to do

is ignore it.

Huh? Everyone seems so...

Attractive?

Yes, well,

that's because we have...

standards.

But soft!

What light

through yonder window breaks?

It is the east,

and you are the sun.

It's a pleasure

to make your acquaintance.

Oh! Nice to meet you too.

Say, you wouldn't happen to have a

place to eat around here, would you?

All this excitement

has me and my buddy famished.

Yes, and it's all free.

Free?

Yes, and we serve only the

finest of fine cuisine.

Including...

an unlimited supply

of gold wrapped Scooby snacks.

Am I in heaven?

Yes, and heaven

is just offstage right.

All you can eat.

We'll take that as a challenge.

- Right, Scooby-Doo?

- Challenge accepted.

Now, are there any

questions, concerns?

- Ow!

- I don't know, Daphne, any concerns?

Maybe about what might

be on the island?

Something lurking

in the shadows?

But we are not worried.

Not even a little bit curious

about what the ferry captain

told us on the way here.

And what is that?

Oh, he mentioned

something about the island

being filled with zombies.

We mustn't talk about that.

It is the island's, uh,

greatest mystery.

Mystery.

Which means...

Maybe we should, uh,

join the guys for some food.

Oh, boy.

I think I hurt my neck on that

last go-around on the buffet.

Well, might I suggest

a nice, relaxing massage?

Yes, you might.

I'm up for anything

nice and relaxing.

Me too.

Excellent.

We've got a five star masseuse,

who will work any knots

out of your food-laden bodies.

Uh, shiatsu?

No, Great Dane.

This bathrobe is the comfiest

thing I have ever felt.

What do you think, Scoob?

Uh-huh.

Wow. This is nice.

I can feel the years of fear and

anxiety floating away already.

Look, Scooby-Doo,

our masseuses are here.

It's time to loosen up

the old muscles.

Oh, fabo.

I know, not much to look at.

You really have your work

cut out for you, huh?

Wow! Your hands

are really cold, dude.

Ooh, freezing.

Scooby, I know that the gang

is having a hard time

not jumping at shadows

and solving mysteries,

but I think

it's for the best.

Maybe... Aah!

They should get a massage, too.

Ow! A little softer, would you?

I have really sensitive skin

due to over nutrition.

Not me. Dig in.

Ow!

Just a little lighter, please.

I'm extremely fragile.

Zombies!

Zombies?

And over here,

we have our shuffleboard room,

pool room,

and finally, garage.

Jeepers.

You sure have

thought of everything.

Yes, and we have

so much more in store.

No, it couldn't be.

Sure sounds like her,

but it's not.

It just can't be.

All right, hold on, Fred.

Don't open that door.

You promised.

Huh?

Are you all right?

Massage. Attack.

Cold hands.

I'm afraid your friend must have

hurt himself during the fall.

I can't understand

a word he's saying.

No. They're saying

that during their massage,

two zombies appeared and

attacked them with cold hands.

How could you

possibly know that?

Oh, I'm fluent

in panic-Shaggy and Scooby.

Zombies?

Then the legend is true.

We've...

Got a case of someone who has

an overactive imagination.

- Huh?

- Huh?

You heard the part

about the zombie, right?

Of course,

but as a woman of science,

I know there is

no such thing as...

"zombies."

There isn't?

No, of course not.

So it stands to reason

that what you saw

wasn't a zombie at all.

But what else

could it have been?

Well, since it was

at the spa,

I can only assume it was probably

other guests with mud masks on.

Mud masks? Really?

It does make more sense

than flesh-eating,

undead monsters.

Mm-hmm.

Ugh.

Daphne's right,

it was probably nothing.

I mean, if there was

a real zombie lurking around,

Scooby and Shaggy

would be nowhere near...

Hey! Where's Scooby and Shaggy?

Like, I know

where this is going, buddy.

First, there's nothing

and then...

There's something.

Exactly.

I say we hide out here.

And only venture out

to grab some food.

Speaking of which,

I've got my emergency

hiding snack satchel

for just such an occasion.

Good thinking, Shaggy.

I know. Like, no one

will ever find us down here.

Ow!

Oh?

Hey! Haven't we

been here before?

Hmm?

Cat people.

Cat people?

But that doesn't

make any sense.

We're on a completely

different island.

Huh?

Scooby-Doo,

please tell me

that's your stomach.

Uh-uh.

Not again.

Scooby? Shaggy?

How long are we going

to keep this promise

to not solve any mysteries?

I mean, there's a lot of strange

things happening around here.

And I'm dying to figure out

what is going on.

Bad choice of words.

You're choosing words

and I'm barely

keeping it together over here.

I mean, did you see the way the

staff reacted to the word "zombie"?

I know.

But we can't let

Scooby and Shaggy down.

They've followed us

through a million mysteries.

The least we can do is stick our

heads in the sand and avoid this one.

I know you're right,

but it's so hard.

Maybe after we find

Scooby and Shaggy

we can occupy our minds

with something else.

Like shuffleboard

or whatever you're

supposed to do on vacation.

Sounds like a plan, Velma.

Scooby! Shaggy!

Scoob! Shaggy!

Huh?

Find anything,

Freddie?

Nothing.

She's not out there at all.

It's just a trick of the light.

- She?

- Uh, I mean they.

They're not out there.

Did I say she?

That's weird.

But, no, not like,

this is a mystery weird.

That should do it.

What's gotten into you two?

Like, what we've been saying.

Zombies. They're everywhere.

Zombies?

We must run. Hide.

Boys. We've already

been through this.

There's no proof that zombies

are haunting the island.

Let's be reasonable.

It's coming from outside.

Do those look like mud masks?

Kind of.

What are we going to do?

We're doomed.

Uh...

Let me try that again.

What are we going to do?

We're doomed!

So much better.

I'm sorry,

I must have fainted.

What are we going to do?

I was wondering

if there was any dessert or...

Dessert? At a time like this?

There's a horde of zombies

outside this hotel

and you want to eat

chocolate pudding?

Chocolate pudding?

That sounds great.

- I'll take one.

- Me too.

How can you think

of eating at a time like this?

Yeah.

Don't think...

do.

- We don't even have pudding.

- We brought our own.

Regardless, the zombies

are gonna be here any second.

Or, maybe minute.

Half hour, tops.

Aren't you

professional mystery-solvers?

Can't you solve the mystery

that's happening right outside?

We'd really,

really love to help.

But we promised

Scooby and Shaggy

that we wouldn't

solve any more mysteries.

And a promise is a promise

is a promise.

Remember, guys?

I mean, uh, the only thing

that could break a promise

is the person that they

promised the promise to

saying that they could

break the promise.

I get it. I don't.

That's right. The people

that made us promise

just have to say it's okay

for us to break that promise.

What? Who cares about promises?

There are zombies outside.

We care.

We made Shaggy

and Scooby a promise

and we're gonna stand by it.

Oh!

We hereby exercise

the takesies-baksies clause

to release you of the promise

to stop solving mysteries.

- Oh, thank you, guys.

- Oh, finally.

Wonderful.

Now, the zombies!

First things first,

we need to secure

the perimeter.

- I'll get the doors and windows.

- And Fred...

I know. It's trap time.

Lucky for us,

zombies aren't the fastest

movers in the world.

Um, should we be worried?

Negative. Everything is

going exactly to plan.

- It's quiet.

- Maybe they're sleeping.

I get sleepy when I eat turkey.

Maybe they ate

some turkey brains?

Oh, no! They're all

pushing on the front door.

Right where we want them.

Now, Fred!

You did it.

I can't believe that worked.

Say, do you smell something?

Mm. Smells like barbeque.

Fire!

What's happening

to the zombies?

They're... They're melting.

Uh-huh. Just as I thought.

These aren't zombies.

They're witches.

'Cause melting.

No? Nobody else?

Okay.

Jack is a zombie?

He's not the only one.

Mona? Linda?

I'm aghast.

Aghast, I tell you.

No, Alan,

I don't think you are.

What do you mean, Velma?

It should be obvious.

Would you like

to start us off, Daphne?

My pleasure.

It first started when Shaggy

and Scooby won that contest.

It was way too coincidental,

and in fact,

was probably planned.

And then the trees

leading up to the island,

looked like they'd be

more at home in a swamp

than in a tropical paradise.

But there are palm trees

on this island.

How do you explain that?

Plastic palm trees.

And then,

remember when we arrived?

and Mona couldn't help telling

Shaggy and Scooby, "Yes, and..."

That's an improv technique

taught in acting classes.

Yes, and...

she also told them

the buffet was stage right.

Which is also a theater term.

That's right.

And when Jack

quoted Shakespeare to Daphne

it was from one of the most common

monologues used for theater auditions.

But soft!

What light

through yonder window breaks?

Plus everyone

was way too good-looking.

The men have perfect jaws,

the girls perfect hair.

It's almost too perfect.

And don't forget the cameras.

That's right.

There were cameras

all over the hotel.

And the most

important clue.

The guest book.

There were pages

ripped out of it.

Pages that had the signatures

of previous guests,

including us.

Uh-huh.

This isn't

a tropical island at all.

This is Moonscar Island.

Or as I called it in my blog,

Zombie Island.

But the name of the hotel,

it's totally different.

Not exactly.

They changed one letter

and they didn't even

do that very well.

So what does that all mean?

Isn't it obvious?

That this isn't just a hotel,

this is a location,

and we are in...

A movie.

Cut, cut, cut, cut!

You ruined everything.

Everything.

Thanks?

Thank you.

You're right, Velma.

This is a movie.

And I'm not just

Alan, the hotel manager,

I'm Alan, the film director.

Alan Smithee?

Sure. And this was

to be my greatest masterpiece.

Something that felt true,

that felt real.

But now, it's ruined.

Forever.

But why us?

Well, as you know, the only thing

studios care about these days

are franchises, like those

found-footage horror movies

that spawn a bazillion sequels.

So I thought

I could do my own.

In my research

for the next big thing,

I happened upon your website,

the Big Blog of Mysteries.

We have a blog?

What?

As I was saying...

There is a section

called Unsolved Capers.

The most popular part,

if I don't mind saying so.

And in it, it has all this

stuff about a reluctant werewolf,

and the tale of Zombie Island.

But Zombie Island

wasn't unsolved.

The cat people disintegrated

while the zombies went back

to an eternal rest.

There is nothing

about what you just said

that sounds solved.

But you only

used the zombies.

What about the cat people?

Cat people, werewolves...

Those costumes

are too expensive.

Zombies, however,

are as cheap as a bucket

of plastic prosthetic makeup.

So I decided to make a movie.

But first I had to figure out

how to get you

back to the island.

I'd read about Shaggy and

Scooby's love of TV's Elvira.

The horror hostess

with the mostest.

And since all Hollywood

weirdos know each other,

I called her up

and asked her to help sell

the whole vacation

getaway ruse.

You're the anonymous sponsor.

Guilty as charged.

Then I needed

to introduce the zombies

in a way that would

put the audience on edge,

but not convince you guys

of the coming threat.

So you cut the tree down

to block our way here.

And slash the tour van's tires.

Uh, no, actually.

I don't know what that was.

Another mystery.

Maybe, just maybe

an unsolved one.

Uh, yeah, well...

The first time I had the zombies

attack, was at the spa.

But I was hoping

to have a sequence

of being chased by the zombies,

maybe a grand finale

involving the hotel.

But no,

you figured a way to trap my

zombies before I could finish.

I would've

gotten away with it, too,

if it wasn't

for you meddling kids

and your incredible talent

for solving mysteries.

Months of research

down the drain,

I even found this weird little

pendant on the island

I thought was a good omen

that the movie

was going to happen.

Simone's pendant?

Fat lot of good that did me.

Well, it wasn't very nice.

You had us all pretty worried

that something nefarious

was going on.

Yeah, and come to find out

the only thing nefarious

was you.

I'm sorry. I truly am.

I thought

with your amazing performances,

your good looks...

Well...

I suppose so.

...and comedic timing...

All right! High five.

...it really was going

to be an amazing movie.

But now, I'll never be

able to finish the film.

Oh, no.

Don't cry, Alan.

I mean, what you did was wrong,

but we can still

do the movie.

We can?

Of course, we can.

How hard can it be?

Memorize a few lines here,

look scared there.

- Uh, you mean it?

- Why not?

We are supposed

to be having fun, after all.

And that will give me time

to finally figure out

the "white whale"

of Unsolved Capers.

The mystery

of Zombie Island.

Then, ladies and gentlemen,

let's make a movie.

Few tears gets them every time.

Hollywood.

In this scene, you discover

the treasure of Morgan Moonscar

and must open it,

in order to return

the evil zombie spirits

back from whence they came.

That's not how the story goes.

The zombies were just victims

of the cat-people.

Hello? "Based" on a true story.

Uh, is it just me,

or now that Velma

can solve mysteries again she's,

sort of, looking for one everywhere?

One time, I swore off gluten

for a year, and after that,

I ate more gluten in a day

than I had my entire life!

I think this is like that.

What's "gluten"?

Now, it's cold out.

You're wet and shivering.

But we're not... wet.

Action!

It's her! She's back!

Oh, I've missed you so much!

Mm.

I can't believe it.

I can't believe it's you,

where have you been?

Freddie, are you okay?

Uh, Fred, that's not

the real Mystery Machine.

You don't know.

Maybe she got stronger,

and broke out to find me!

Afraid not, Fred.

Fred, gang, meet Seaver.

He's our stuntman.

Howdy.

Seaver had this beautiful

piece of machinery

built for the climax

of the film.

We're gonna jump this thing

over the hotel

while being chased

by a zombie hoard!

Whoa!

Yep! I've been driving it

back and forth over the island

since we came in

on that ferry yesterday.

The ferry?

Ha! I thought

I was hallucinating!

Why didn't you tell us?

Because of the promise.

I was so desperate

to solve a mystery,

I started thinking

I was just making one up!

I almost thought

I was going crazy!

But now that I know

I'm not going crazy...

can I drive it?

No, you may not.

It takes a trained professional

to drive this thing.

But... you can ride shotgun while

I park it in the ferry overnight.

Cool!

I'll let you boys handle that

while we head to our next scene.

What's our next scene?

Oh, you'll see.

And, action!

I'm hungry.

Nah, no, no, no. Scooby, no.

The line is "I'm scared."

Try it again.

I'm hungry.

No, no, Scoobs.

It's "I'm scared."

The line is "I'm scared."

I'm...

hungry.

It's not "I'm hungry,"

It's "I'm sca..."

What? Uh-huh.

Okay, Scooby, you know what?

I just found out...

there's no more food.

I repeat,

there is no more food.

I'm...

scared!

Perfect!

All right, Seaver.

Just run straight through the glass.

This action camera will capture

everything in perfect high definition.

Fred, what do you think

you're doing?

I appreciate Seaver and all,

but I don't need a stuntman.

I can do my own stunts.

I'm a man of action, after all.

No, Fred, you're a man

with an ascot.

There's a huge difference.

Listen, I really appreciate your

commitment to the role, Fred.

But, what would happen

if you got hurt, huh?

You're one of the stars.

If you couldn't continue,

the movie would be over.

I guess you're right. I...

I am pretty important.

Of course I'm right.

I'm Alan Smithee. Have you seen

how many movies I've done?

- No.

- Well, it's a lot.

There's a whole bunch of them.

You have to trust me, Fred.

You ready, Seaver?

And, action!

- Oh!

- Fred, don't!

Ugh!

Ugh!

Missed it. Oh.

Medic!

Boss, we have a problem.

What kind of problem?

Ahhh!

Like, I think we had

a wardrobe malfunction.

Wardrobe!

We're going to need

bigger pants.

In this scene,

the zombies have you cornered.

All you need to do

is stand there and look scared.

Let's practice.

Okay. Look scared.

Yeah, sure.

I'll fix it in post.

Places, everyone!

Action!

Look out!

Oh!

Alan, are you all right?

Uh, yeah. But, what happened?

It looks like someone

deliberately cut the rope.

But, why?

And is that...

cat hair?

The palm tree.

Simone's pendant.

This is it, Velma!

One of the unsolved capers!

It's happening. I have to go!

Fred, I don't think she's okay.

We've got bigger problems,

Daphne.

It looks like we have

another mystery on our hands!

Uh, could you say that again?

Maybe with a little more oomph?

Um, sure.

Well, gang...

Hold on, hold on,

I'm not ready.

Okay, I'm good.

In three, two, one.

Well, gang, it looks like we have

another mystery on our hands.

Cut! That was great.

Really great.

Next scene.

Ugh!

Velma, Velma! Are you okay?

I'm better than okay.

I'm finally going to get to the

bottom of the Zombie Island Mystery!

But we already have!

It was just a movie

Alan wanted us to be in.

Keep up, Blake.

Not that Zombie Island.

The other one.

The one where

the cat-people appeared

and tried to suck

our life-force!

There is no way they were real!

It defies the laws of science.

But it was, Velma!

We were there!

No. It's got to be

something else.

Something rational.

And now that they're back,

this is my chance

to find out what is really going

on or my name isn't Velma Garbo.

Your name is Velma Dinkley.

Not since I became

a movie star.

Velma!

Wait, the cat people are back?

I know you're out there.

Come on, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Okay, this is the last shot

of the day.

The magic hour!

We'll start up the weather machine

and have the zombies attack.

All you have to do

is run the other way, okay?

Run, run!

Run!

Shaggy!

It's just a cat, Scoob.

Nothing to be worried about.

Like, nevermind!

Whoa!

I know I should

be freaking out,

but this is adding some serious

production value to the picture!

Ahhh!

Stay back.

Ugh, stay back!

I'm allergic!

Sorry, boss. We quit.

What? Come back,

you can't just leave!

What about the art?

What about sacrifice?

We can't keep this up.

Are those cats?

No. Those are...

cat-people!

Uh-oh.

We have to get out of here.

No! We have to finish the film!

The film?

We're being attacked

by immortal cat-people

and you're worried

about the film?

Who cares? There's gotta

be a way off this island!

The ferry.

Yes.

I'll meet you there.

He's right.

The last ferry leaves at dusk.

If we hurry, we can get on it,

and get off the island!

Come on!

Alan?

Oh, no! What did you do?

We can't leave.

Not until we finish this movie.

We have to finish!

Alan's lost it.

And we've lost our only way

off this island.

No!

I won't lose another one.

Not again.

Not this time.

Not this time!

Fred, don't!

Well, I'll be!

Maybe he'll be a stuntman yet!

Don't worry, baby.

Freddie's here.

I don't see him!

Everyone, get in

the Mystery Machine.

Hurry!

Don't worry about me.

Someone grab a camera

and film this!

Freddie, do something!

Why would the cat-people

need Simone's pendant?

Why, indeed.

Hmm.

Like, they're gaining on us!

Uh-oh, what was that?

Bad luck. Real bad luck!

Ahhh!

Look out!

Thanks.

Fred, "U" turn. Now!

Ugh!

Ugh!

Ahhh!

What now?

There's only one way

out of this, Fred.

Do you think I can?

I know you can.

Freddie, what are you doing?

Hold on, gang.

Oh, I need an exterior shot.

- Whoa!

- Yikes!

Ahhh!

Yes!

That was amazing!

Let's do it again.

Way to go, Fred!

You were both fast and furious,

and thanks to my

high-flying drone,

we got the whole thing

for the movie!

I think there are bigger things

to worry about than the movie.

Look!

Hurry, everyone!

Head for the hotel!

♪ She's my honey

And I'm her man ♪

♪ She plays my heart

Like a baby grand ♪

♪ She's the sugar

In my tea ♪

♪ Can't you see

We were meant to be ♪

♪ Sweet as candy

And as pure as gold ♪

♪ She's got me in a tizzy

It's true ♪

♪ I'm all hers

Buddy, heart and soul ♪

♪ I only wish she felt

The same way too ♪

♪ She's my sweetie

And I'm her fan ♪

♪ But she's hot and cold ♪

♪ She's a rubber band ♪

♪ Comes on strong

But won't cross the line ♪

♪ But I'd wait forever

To make her mine ♪

♪ Sweet as candy

And as pure as gold ♪

♪ She's got me in a tizzy

It's true ♪

♪ I'm all hers

Buddy, heart and soul ♪

♪ I only wish she felt

The same way too ♪

♪ She's my honey

And I'm her man ♪

♪ She plays my heart

Like a baby grand ♪

♪ She's the sugar in my tea ♪

♪ Can't you see

We were meant to be ♪

♪ Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba... ♪

Welcome to Moonstar Island Resort's

finest dining establishment.

For the discerning

immortal Cat Person,

we have the finest fish caught

within the surrounding swamps.

Please take a seat.

A wonderful

treat for you to eat.

Bon appetit.

It rhymes.

Blech!

Like, what kind of cat

doesn't like fish?

Looks like they're on a roll.

Where did you come from?

Come on, guys.

What do we do now?

They'll be after us in no time.

We need a good place to hide.

Why is everyone looking at us?

How rude.

Because, you two

are the best hiders we know.

Good point.

I think we know just the place.

Everyone in, quick!

Are we sure about this?

Sure enough.

Where are we?

I remember this.

This is where the Cat People

tried to siphon our life force,

the last time we were here.

But, we stopped them, remember?

Maybe these are...

relatives?

Maybe, maybe not.

Nothing ever felt right

about our previous adventure

but I could never

figure out why.

Hey, Scoobs. Move around

here, get some footage.

You okay, Scoob?

Yeah.

Now, why is there a hole in

the middle of this cave?

Why are there holes everywhere?

It looks like someone's

been digging for something.

Maybe the Cat People

needed a litter box.

They must be looking for

Moonscar's lost treasure.

But, why would mystical immortal

creatures need a treasure?

My question, exactly.

Look at this.

It's the moondial.

The Cat People were waiting

for the harvest moon to rise

in order to steal

our life force.

That's weird.

The cat symbol on the moondial

looks just like Alan's pendant.

That's all well and good

but if the Cat People are real,

then the rest of

the legend is true too.

If we don't

get out of here, we're dead,

or at least undead which

also sounds pretty bad.

Hmm.

I think I figured out what's going on

with the Cat People and more importantly,

I think I know

how to stop them.

But it's too late,

the harvest moon has risen.

That means we're all

going to turn into zombies.

This once,

I think you're right.

Brain.

I need brain.

No, stay back.

Stop. We didn't know

the curse was real.

It wasn't even my idea.

As I suspected.

The greeters and the ferry captain from

when we first arrived on the island.

What? You're

not zombies at all.

And, you aren't

soul sucking Cat People.

Bravo! Bravo!

I really couldn't

ask for a better performance.

That was amazing.

I didn't

know you had it in you.

But how?

Well, it was easy, really.

After we found out

they were making the movie,

I figured whoever was trying to sabotage

the film must be doing it for a reason.

When we saw the holes in the cavern

and the pedestal, it all made sense.

Someone from the island must be

looking for Moonscar's treasure.

And who were the only people

that were on the island

but not part of the movie?

These three.

But, how did you know they'd be

frightened by the zombies?

Well, if they were so convinced

that Moonscar's treasure existed,

which of course it doesn't,

they must on some level

believe in the curse.

So, we left a pendant to draw

them further into the crypt.

And dressed as zombies

to scare them into my trap.

Which totally

worked by the way.

But, the gold?

Good old gold foil

wrapped Scooby Snacks

courtesy of

Alan Smithee productions.

There are still a

few things I don't understand.

Just a few?

Yeah, like how

did they control the cats?

With this. The four of them used a cat whistle

to guide them into doing their bidding.

Four? There's only three of us.

Like, no way!

There's the scary black cat, the one that

punctured the roof of the Mystery Machine.

That attacked

us in the hallway.

Scooby, tight close-up.

This big, right here.

Maybe, just maybe,

there really is an immortal

Cat Person left on the island.

Maybe you didn't stop them all

the last time you were here.

Maybe, they still exist.

Roaming the island

for their next victim.

Save that tape. That was money.

Mmm-hmm.

I know what you're thinking.

I'm not saying that because based on

a true story will sell more tickets.

Yeah, you're right.

That's exactly what I'm saying

and it's gonna

go right under the title.

And, here are your

escorts right on time.

We would have gotten away with

it too, if it wasn't for you...

- you...

- Meddling whippersnappers.

And don't forget talented film

director, Alan Smithee.

We haven't forgotten.

You'll get yours, Smithee.

I'm sure I will.

But not before you.

Have fun serving

15 to eternity in prison, lady.

Ugh, and I got so

close to finishing this film.

All I needed was

a boffo finale.

At least,

you gave it a try, Alan.

Tickles!

Would you look at that?

I wonder what they are doing.

The legend stated that the cats were

the guardians of Moonscar's treasure.

Maybe...

Oh!

Could it be?

Oh, boy!

It's gold!

I can't believe it.

I'm rich!

Like, really, really rich.

With all that gold,

you can make a sequel or maybe a trilogy.

Yeah, a trilogy.

Are you kidding me? After this flick,

I'm done with the movie business.

But I thought

directing was your dream?

I've got a new dream.

One involving retirement on a tropical

island where no one gives you notes,

and bets your future

on a weekend box office.

It's been a pleasure working with you

kids, it really has,

but I'm retired.

What a vacation, huh, gang?

Maybe the best vacation ever.

How so, Velma?

I finally get to cross off one

of my unsolved capers.

Unsolved? But, the Cat People

from last time...

...must be the same people looking

for the treasure this time.

And the original zombies?

Swamp gas.

I think it's best

to let her have this one, Fred.

Point is,

we can't stop solving crimes

because we might get hurt

or step on some toes.

It is in our blood.

It is our destiny.

You know, Velma's right.

We should never have made you guys

promise to not be who you are.

Yeah.

Besides, without burning off

calories running from monsters,

I think I gained a whole pound.

Who knew being afraid

was such good exercise.

So what do you say, gang?

Mystery Inc. forever?

Freddie?

Of course, I'm in.

But if we're gonna do this,

we're gonna need

the real Mystery Machine.

Ah! I should have never sold

it in the first place.

And we'll do whatever

we can to get it back.

Mm-hmm.

Then...

Mystery Inc. forever!

Oh, I can't believe it!

Sheriff,

what are you doing here?

When I heard about some teenagers

and a dog getting into a mess

with some crooks

dressed up as cats,

I thought I'd come

take a look-see.

Turns out, I was right.

You kids are solving

mysteries again, aren't you?

I thought we'd agreed you

weren't gonna do that anymore.

But, Sheriff...

We just have to

solve mysteries.

It's the only thing

we're good at.

Why won't you let us be who we were

meant to be?

You know, you don't

need to cry, Daphne.

I'm sure you can

do something else.

But there is nothing else.

It's our life's work.

Uh...

Well I guess if you have to.

Thanks, Sheriff.

And a few tears

gets 'em every time.

Well, since I can't

talk you out of it,

all I can do is

tell you to be careful.

There are a lot

of people out there

that won't take too kindly to

you meddling in their business.

Understood. Thanks, Sheriff.

All right, then. Why don't

I give you a lift home?

Maybe in a little bit.

Like, being a zombie

works up an appetite.

It sure does.

Scooby-Dooby-Doo!

Hello, my little freaks.

Welcome back to the show.

Next up, we have a zombie flick

that's sure to make you meow for more.

Hold onto your

tails as we watch,

"Zombie Teenagers and

The Island of Doom."

Ugh, seriously?

I mean, that's the title?

Right.

On an island

surrounded by water...

A group of gullible teenagers

will face a terror

that isn't human.

And... action!

- I'm hungry.

- Cut!

I'm hungry.

Hungry.

Hungry.

Hungry.

Hungry.

Hungry.

I'm...

hungry.

Cut!

Action!

Cut!

Ugh, Fred, not again.

- Action!

- Like, listen.

I know there's mysterious stuff

around every...

Cut, cut!

You ruined everything. Everything!

Zoinks!

Uh-oh.